...In Which New Life Begins Again.
Manhattan, Autumn 1918
11:11, November 11, 1918—a date and time few living then were likely to forget, and even as it occurred, Andrew knew that would be the case. The Great War, or European War, or World War, whichever you wished to call it, was over at last, the allies had won!
The writer, who was now a full-time employee of the paper alongside Katherine, was released early for the day, along with his fellow workers, so they could go to their families and celebrate.
And that's just what he would've done, except that Emily wasn't at the apartment, and didn't come home for several more hours as he anxiously waited.
Finally—finally—the dark haired young woman arrived to an equally worried and excited husband. "Emily, where were you? Didn't you girls get the news: the war's over; we won!"
"No, we heard; it's good news," she replied, in a happy but tired voice, clearly trying to summon a smile through her exhaustion. "But we couldn't go home. We still had a lot of injured boys that needed us."
Andrew stilled at that, realizing what his wife hadn't out rightly said: news of victory was nice, but it didn't heal the wounded. He also took a moment to take in her drooping stance, the dark circles under eyes, and the general air of weariness; he let her sit and sat beside her, holding her for a moment before speaking again.
"I wish you didn't have to keep pushing yourself like this. Now that I work at the paper, I make enough to support you, you know. You don't have to work so many shifts at the hospital."
It was a conversation a few weeks in coming, but one they hadn't yet broached, which Emily was now grateful for, considering what she'd realized in the last few days.
She leaned back against him, smiling. "That's really good...Means our child will have a better chance than we ever got."
Andrew grew still, trying to process what Emily had just said, trying to figure out if she really meant that the one thing they'd begun to consider impossible had really happened.
The dark-haired young woman turned to see his expression, smiling wider now as she kissed him briefly. "Congratulations, Daddy."
No, he was never going to forget November 11, 1918.
So, yeah. This is the final chapter in Watch What Happens; I hope you enjoyed tracking Squirt through twenty-eight years of her life! Thank you all so much for all the times you read/reviewed/followed/favorited.
As always, if you saw something you liked, or something you think I can fix/improve on for next time, don't hesitate to leave a review and let me know!
So, I suppose this announcement has actually been a long time coming. My approach to fanfiction as always been to, when it was possible, completely finish a story before I even begin to post it, and while I post t, write the next set of stories. More than a year ago, when I began posting this story and Demons, I tried to do exactly that, but both those stories died, and this past fall was far too busy to even think of starting another one. I tried a different tale over winter break, but that story has stalled, and again, spring ate too much into my writing time.
That brings us to now. I find myself here, at the end of two stories, with nothing left to post but the final chapter of In Days to Come. After that, nothing. For a long time. See, I want to be a professional writer, and since I just graduated from college, this summer is when I'm going to be trying to get some kind of a job and write enough things that I and start shopping my work around.
This means that, after I post these three chapters, I will be taking an extended hiatus from fanfiction, unless inspiration for a one-shot strikes. It may. It has in the past. And I don't intend to leave forever, as I do have other fic ideas rattling around in my skull still, but it will likely be a long, long time.
Thank you so much for everyone who as followed any of my stories, and put up with some less-than-stellar writing up front. And thanks for those following this story, the response has been incredible, and so far beyond anything I could've hoped for when I came to this site.
Hopefully, I'll see you around!